Friday, December 16, 2011


Everything is poopy

Coats are poopy

Socks are poopy

Matchbox cars are poopy

Poopy is a popular lyric in Christmas songs and

Popular songs and

The alphabet song and

Poopy is served for dinner and

Breakfast and


Quite often I too am poopy

Life is poopy

Funny is poopy and

For a three year old

Poopy is funny

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

An Inch Away

She is about an inch away

Big old smile across most of her face

Eyes barely open

I doubt she can see but

I’m holding her five feet up in the air

So she probably doesn’t have to

She doesn’t have to smile either but

She is

Her face is full of it

If her eyes were open enough so that you could tell

You could see it there too

I can see it everywhere but

I can’t look at it for too long

It’s just too much

Too close

Too real

Too random and

Gone too fast but

What can you do exceptt smile back

When it’s right there

Only an inch away

Thursday, December 08, 2011

A Perfect Night

A ride in a horse drawn wagon

While eating fifty cent cupcakes and

Twelve and a half cent chocolate chip cookies

Christmas carols and above freezing temperatures

A photo with Santa Claus

Complete with two happy children

Only partial parental intrusion and

A Candy cane

Not eaten but only licked through the plastic

Just minor tantrums upon arriving home past bedtime and

Through it all a full moon

Illuminating a perfect night and

All of its flaws

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Waiting for a sign

When a tsunami is about to hit

The water recedes

It’s kind of a nice feature

If nothing else

It gives you an opportunity to glance around and

Take stock of the way things are

While they still are

It’s too bad that


Isn’t anywhere near the coast

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Monday, December 05, 2011

There he is

There he is

Holding a six inch artificial tree

Screaming at someone


To cut off a branch and

Why wouldn’t he

After watching me

Do the same thing to the big tree

That is

Cut branches off and


Now he has a tree and

It’s his turn and

I’m going to let him have it

I have a small branch from the big tree and

A pair of scissors and

He only just turned three two days ago so

His little button up shirt

Blue pant

Blue sock

Brown shoe

Scowl wearing self

Will soon be off to other pursuits but

This is his time and

There he is

Friday, December 02, 2011

Cheesy Christ

When I realized that even almost three year olds have crosses to bear too

We were decorating a cake together

After seeking consent

I had ducked out of the room for some adult reason

Like filling prescriptions or

Using the toilet

Stepped on a large piece of glass

Started bleeding and

Told him about it

He was sitting on the counter in the kitchen

Just out of sight and

A long way from the floor

My immediate concern was getting the compression stocking off

Before it did too much to aid the flow of blood

His immediate concern

Was being concerned

He told me I was OK

That I shouldn’t bleed

That I couldn’t bleed and


When I kept talking about bleeding

He said

“Cheesy Christ, stop scaring me.”

I smiled

Told him I was fine

Got my band aid and

Joined him back at cake

I called his mother too

Of course

I had to share the vision


Rolled out tootsie rolls


Blood and

On its way out the door

Where I’d just helped him out it

A little cross

With a big macaroni nailed to it

Thursday, December 01, 2011


If I had the choice of heading up
Negotiations with
Kidnappers or
Nearly three year old boys
I couldn't give a quick answer
While terrorists and kidnappers tend to carry weapons
So do three year olds and
Three year olds are less inhibited
Terrorists and kidnappers are quieter
More logical and
Able to wipe their own rear ends and
Negotiating with them brings more mystique
More acclaim and accolades and adulation
A modicum of wealth
Three year olds
Only offer things like giggles and
Smiling eyes